I headed to the coast this past weekend in search of
steelhead. Despite my best efforts, they
have eluded me so far this winter.
Within the first 10 minutes of fishing I hooked one briefly but after a
short run there was no tension on the line. Must have been a poor hook set. After several hours with no luck, I finally
hooked into a fish. The fish was located
in a small stretch of water that had several downed trees hanging down in the
water. Fortunately, this fish did not
want to head downstream into the tangles.
After a short fight that felt like it took place in a kid’s swimming
pool, he seemed to be tired out and I was able to slide him near me. I reached down and grabbed just above his
tail. I’m not sure what happened first
but he slipped out of my hand and I heard a loud crack. He swam off with my fly and left me with a
broken fly rod.
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